Haven: Renegade Saints MC (11 page)

Max’s thumb brushed against my clit and I jumped at the electric shock of pleasure that radiated through my body. As he gently rubbed my clit while moving his fingers inside of me, I felt my lower belly clench and tighten with an absurd amount of pleasure. I felt like I was going to come harder than ever before. My hands started to ache and I was amazed to discover them tangled in Max’s hair, pulling and yanking.

Suddenly, he stopped. I started whimpering out loud, desperate for Max’s touch, but he only let out an amused little chuckle.

“I wanna see how badly you want me,” Max said in a teasing voice. “I want you to show me how much you want me, Victoria.”

I shivered at the way he said my name. It occurred to me, just barely, that he was using my full name instead of Tori, but I didn’t mind. It was the first time that anyone besides Silas had called me that in a long time; it felt better than I would have expected. Max leaned back on his haunches and stared me down.

“Show me, Victoria,” Max repeated in a husky voice that sent shivers down my spine. “I want to know how badly you want me.” I swallowed hard and grabbed Max’s shoulders, pushing him down on the bed. He was shirtless and clad only in a thin pair of athletic shorts, which I pulled down his hips. His cock was massively stiff, and pressing against his briefs. I smiled at the sight of it before reaching down and gently stroking it with one hand. At my touch, Max arched his back and moaned. I grabbed the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down, letting his cock bob free. It sprang upwards almost immediately, and I realized how beautiful his body was. Max looked like a classic Greek statue, or a piece of art. He was one of the sexiest guys I’d ever seen; I couldn’t believe that he was my
husband
. All mine.

Slowly, I lowered my head down to the head of Max’s cock and took the first inch in my mouth. I wasn’t sucking, just gently blowing and licking on the skin, letting my lips touch his most sensitive areas. Max groaned and reached down, tangling his fingers in my head. Closing my eyes, I took more of his cock inside my wet mouth, wrapping a hand around the stiff base and slowly pumping.

Max’s cock twitched and pulsed in my mouth. He tasted like musk and clean skin and I inhaled deeply with pleasure as I moved my tongue against the base of his cock. Max jerked his hips up and forced his whole cock in my mouth. I could feel drool sliding down the sides of his erection and I gently worked some in my hand to simulate lube. Max moaned at the new development and I smiled to myself as I crawled between his legs. Using my free hand to stroke Max’s bare chest, I felt his skin warm and begin to perspire under my touch. Max was writhing on the bed and moaning loudly with his eyes screwed closed. As I sucked his cock, I slowly pulled my hand away from Max’s chest and slipped it between my thighs. I was amazed to find myself wetter than ever; it was dripping down my legs and I shivered as my hand made contact with my swollen clit. Max had already aroused me to the point of no return, and I licked my lips as I pulled back from his cock.

I straddled Max and ground my hips against him, rubbing my wet pussy on his hard erection. Max moaned loudly and put his hands on my hips. For a second I thought he was going to grab me and force me down on his erection but instead, he flipped me on my back. In a second he was on top of me, pushing the head of his cock inside me and pressing his forehead against mine.

“You don’t fuck me,” Max whispered hotly. “I fuck you. Understood?”

I squeaked out a reply as Max slid all the way inside of me. It felt so good that I cried out, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down close. Max’s hard body against mine felt incredible and I closed my eyes as his chest rubbed against my stiff nipples. The friction was deliciously intense, just like Max’s cock. He was filling me, stretching me, bringing me to the edge and back and he hadn’t even started moving yet.

“You feel so good,” I murmured into Max’s ear. He shivered as I raked my nails down his spine, pulling him close and wrapping my legs around his surprisingly narrow waist. Max was muscular but he didn’t feel heavy against me. His strong arms braced him on either side of my head, and I turned my head to the side and gently licked his forearm. Max shivered and slammed his hips against me, harder than ever before. I moaned as his cock filled every inch of my pussy, making me feel complete. Shockwaves of pleasure shot through every inch of my body and I realized that I’d started to move my hips along with Max’s, until our bodies were in a frantic rhythm.

“Victoria,” Max moaned in my ear. “Victoria, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he repeated, nuzzling me with his damp face. Sweat was building and breaking out all over my body and our limbs were slick with it. The air in the bedroom smelled like sex and heat and pure, raw lust. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, breathing in the delicious scent of Max mixed with my own musk and sweat. I’d never had an experience like this, I’d never thought that sex could be so good.

Max slipped his hands between our bodies and grabbed onto my hips, using them as handlebars as he thrust against me. His cock was almost painfully hard. Every time he filled me, I could feel him jabbing against my cervix. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Max’s fingers dug into my hips and I could feel his thrusts growing more intense by the minute. My clit was aching and swollen and Max’s pubic bone was rubbing me so hard that I thought I was going to explode. It was getting harder and harder to breathe and I buried my nose in Max’s neck.

Max groaned and arched his back. His eyes were closed and his face was covered in a damp mask of perspiration. I could feel his body shuddering and bucking against mine, and as we moved together, I felt a powerful orgasm start to rip through me. First, my fingers and toes curled and I felt an explosion of something amazing in my lower belly. My skin was heated and damp and as the waves grew stronger, I let out a loud moan that reached a crescendo with the power of my climax. Max’s whole body started shaking and I could feel that he was about to come. He dug his fingers into my skin, grabbing my hips and forcing his body against mine until I was aching with the force of his thrusts. As he let out a groan and collapsed against me, I felt his cock twitch and pulse inside of my pussy, gushing cum.

“That was amazing,” I said in a shaky, hoarse voice. The bed underneath of us was soaked with sweat. “I missed you today.”

Max rolled off of me and onto the other side of the bed. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. “What did you get up to today?”

I shrugged. “Not much,” I said. I wasn’t going to tell him about the brush and mirror I’d found. Not yet, anyway. “What did you do?”

Max rolled onto his side and gazed into my face. “I had some errands to take care of,” he said. “Then I got a drink with Paul.”

I nodded. I
thought
I’d smelled beer when he’d kissed me. “I made dinner,” I said. “Chicken, in the oven. You want some?”

“Nah,” Max said. His stomach growled loudly and I started laughing.

“Are you sure?”

“You got me,” Max said. He rolled out of bed and pulled a tank top on over his bare torso. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go to the kitchen.”

“Is Danny still here?”

“No, why?”

I didn’t reply, but I shot Max a flirtatious gaze as I pulled on one of his t-shirts. It was huge on me, almost like a dress, but I still felt sexy and playful. Max grinned at me; I could see the reflection of his teeth in the semi-dark room.

We walked into the kitchen without speaking. The air between us was tense, kind of awkward. My body felt incredible from the sex, but in the harsh light of the kitchen, I could feel my good mood deflating. Max was back to ignoring me again. He went rummaging through the fridge with his back turned to me.

“Is this the chicken?” He pulled out a covered plate. I nodded. “This looks good,” Max added, crumpling the foil into a ball and tossing it into the bin labeled
Recycling
. “When did you make this?”

I shrugged. “Earlier tonight,” I replied. “I wanted you to have something to eat when you came home.”

Max grinned and my heart fluttered in my chest. In the light, his face looked different. I stepped closer and gasped when I saw two tiny scratches on his cheek.

“Oh my god, Max, did I do that?” I leaned in close. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to cut you?”

Max laughed. He self-consciously reached up and put the tips of his fingers against the cuts. “They’re not a big deal,” he said. “You didn’t do this.”

I frowned. My stomach did a flip-flop. “Who did?”

Max shrugged. “Your cunt of an ex tried to fight me,” he said nonchalantly. “He came up to me and Paul when we were outside of the bar.”

I blinked, then stared. “Oh my god,” I said in a breathy voice. “I had no idea he would do that, Max. I’m so sorry.”

Max shook his head. “Victoria, it’s not a big deal.”

I shuddered involuntarily. For some reason, the name thing was bothering me again, but I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. “Okay,” I said softly. “I really wish you had told me.”
 

“Victoria, I just did tell you,” Max said. He put a half-eaten piece of chicken back down on the plate. “Seriously, you want me to call you whenever shit like this happens? Shit like this
is
gonna happen, you know, you can’t run away from it.”

I sighed. “Forget it,” I said softly. “I just don’t feel safe. Not…not with him running around out there.”

Max grinned again as he polished off another piece of chicken. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, waving his free hand in the air. “You know he’s a piece of shit. I cleaned his clock pretty good. I don’t think we’ll be hearing from him any time soon.”

I bit my lip and looked away. I liked knowing that Max had beaten the shit out of Silas, but somehow that didn’t seem good enough.

“I’m sorry,” I said suddenly. “I’m sorry that he did that to you. I’m really horrified that he’d try dragging you into all of this, Max.”

Max shook his head. “I told you,” he said, sounding exasperated. “Ain’t a big deal. I don’t care, I’m used to worse.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s worse than that,” I said softly. “I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

Max rolled his eyes. “I ain’t worried about me. Look, I made an oath to your father.” He paused and my blood ran cold. “I made a promise to Kristoff that I’d always protect you, no matter what. And I can’t go back on that promise now.”

My mouth went dry and my stomach plummeted. “You made an oath?” My voice sounded dry and brittle. My eyes flooded with tears and I blinked, looking up at the ceiling and willing them to evaporate back into my body.

“Yeah,” Max said. He grabbed another piece of chicken and took a savage bite. “What’s the big deal?”

What’s the big deal? What’s the big deal? Seriously?
I wanted to grab Max and shake him by the shoulders. An oath changed everything,
this
changed everything. At first I’d thought that Max and I were actually getting along, that we actually worked as a couple. That we had chemistry and maybe, someday, would wind up loving each other. But finding out that Mad had only married me because of some dumb promise he’d made to my father made me feel horrible. I felt like a burden, like I was something in the way of Max’s true happiness.

“Tori?” Max was staring at me and blinking. “What’s wrong?”

I looked away. I couldn’t tell him what I was thinking—that he’d only married me out of loyalty to my father.
And what if it’s not just that?
a dark little voice said in the back of my brain.
What if it’s not loyalty, exactly, but guilt? What if Max did something and he feels bad about it?
No. I couldn’t start thinking like that. I couldn’t start thinking that my husband was really responsible for my father’s death. After all, if Max had only married me out of guilty feelings or loyalty or whatever, I had no idea how we would stay together. It seemed improbable; he didn’t really want to be with me, anyway. I was just a toy to him, I was just a temporary distraction.

“Nothing,” I said softly, trying to force a smile. “Is the chicken good?”

Max had finished his second piece and started on a third. He grinned up at me, his face smeared with grease. “It’s great,” he said, holding out a drumstick. “You want some?”